It is so very easy to trap wonder in a box and to view the world around you as a sort of pox festering and viral like a plague about to burst, to only see the suffering, to just take in the worst. Our news is geared to tell us the most spectacular ills. They profit from the awfulness. It’s we who pay the bills. It’s true we need to know about the evil that men do, but once the right shoe drops, we need to see the left foot, too.
What beauties lie within our world like pods about to flower? What are the kindnesses performed hour after hour? Christmas will have Scrooges and each glory its detractor, but as we view the acts of man, grace is also a factor. We need to stem the violence, the cruelty and greed, but to view the selfless acts of man is just as strong a need. Listen to wind’s harmonies. Note tall grass’s swaying. Find the things in life that make living worth the staying.
“Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing things historians usually record; while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry and even whittle statues. The story of civilization is the story of what happened on the banks. Historians are pessimists because they ignore the banks of the river.” ― Will And Ariel Durant
In so-called halcyon days of yore, I fear that label was merely lore. For some it may have been a joy, but not so for the hoi polloi. They stood and watched the royal parade and knew it for the grand charade it was, and as the nobles dined— stuffed and feasted, gorged and wined on sweet elixirs and joints of beast, it was famine for the least of all the people in the land.
The rich, at least, the merry band depicted in cartoon and book, but instead by hook or crook, the rich cavorted as they carved their empires from the hordes who starved. They kept unschooled masses naive hoping they would then believe God meant for some to eat their fill while others toiled and paid the bill.
And now it seems it hasn’t changed. The masses once more are deranged, and educated fools have been the ones who vote exploiters in. They say it’s better for the masses— all those toiling lads and lasses. Yet, when rich men go unregulated, and untaxed, the poor seem fated not to get the trickle-down. Instead the powers grouse and frown and tax them more. Their minds are fraught with thoughts of payments on their yacht.
Beware rich men who say they’ll share and pass their laws because they care. If they profit by those laws, the poor will simply not, because the rich get richer out of greed to have more and they do not heed those for whom the laws were meant. Sharing they call entitlement. The reality you think you see on TV shows is meant to be mere entertainment. In fact it’s truthless engineered by those most ruthless who seek to turn our thought and mind into an audience for their kind.
They seize our brains, then seize our nation all the while in sure elation that they do it for our good. Oh that they did. Oh that they would. But it’s a ruse we can’t excuse. The rich man tends to his own riches while the poor men dig the ditches for the one who rants and raves. I fear instead they dig their graves.
Today’s prompts are halcyon, cartoon, royal and parade. Here are the links:
Serving your own needs or colluding with the Russians may bring Comminatory actions or other repercussions, for though you may be pardoned for malfeasance of your diction, we find we can’t forgive you for your constant words of fiction.
The way you won your office and your acts of dereliction toward the country you have wronged may lead to your conviction. What sentence might such huge acts of questionable reason carry, let alone the sentence for your acts of treason?
You meet such accusations with rhetoric and a shrug while cronies in high office choose to sweep them ‘neath the rug. What do I recommend should they bring charges and convict you? Alas, that will not happen. It’s your judges who first picked you!
As we bicker on the web, as we snipe and snooze, soothing our hurt feelings with doobies or with booze, our rulers are sequestered, each pondering on his throne, deciding what new property to seize and make their own.
A chunk from social security, another bit from schools. So long as we’re not educated, we’ll remain their fools. Cut taxes for their cronies and let them drill for oil in our nature preserves until we start to boil.
Record heat in one spot and fires in another. Record snow and hurricanes. We drown or freeze or smother. They are not going to notice these travesties and glitches, for they’re busy in their counting rooms, counting out their riches.
What percentage earned today? What yachts to buy tomorrow? The fortune that they earn today is mankind’s future sorrow.
If we stay divided, we play into their plans.
We keep each other busy as they work on their tans!
Will they carve his effigy on a golden coin and use it for ill purposes, our country to purloin? Will they pare back Utopia, and in their selfish carving leave us all in danger? Leave the masses starving? When there’s no way left to judge them, when justice has been bought, will we all reach out too late for what we’ll wish we sought much earlier, when there was a chance we could impeach the ones who took Utopia farther from our reach?
The prompt words are danger, effigy, starve and Utopia.